Home by Lake Atitlán
As chance would have it, the six-month anniversary of our entry into the meandering world of long-term travel found us in Guatemala, by the shores of Lake Atitlán. We had cake. According to our...
A Ryokan in Mitakesan
Tokyo can be an overwhelming city. Its electrifying pace and sense of urgency can engulf even the quietest soul, leaving it reeling from dizzying beeps and rowdy blips, crisscrossed pedestrian crosswalks, ghostly multitudes and piercing...
Clouds Above Lake Atitlán
The clouds do not wander lonely above Lake Atitlán. They appear shy in the early morning, looming huddled behind green mountains, gathering courage. As the first crystallized fingers caress the flanks of Tolimán volcano...
A Village Besieged
I am a country dog. By this I do not mean I have a particular fondness for banjos, or that I am a follower of hip-hop trends (where it’s pronounced dawg), or that I...
Crossing to San Pedro La Laguna
Following a few days meandering through Panajachel, we crossed Lake Atitlán to visit San Pedro La Laguna, a small town under the shadows of the San Pedro volcano. Although mostly inhabited by Tz’utujil Mayas,...
Introducing Panajachel
In the evening of the 15th of November 2013, still reeling from the cozy hospitality and unique beauty of Mexico, we found ourselves suddenly surrounded by flashy tuk-tuks, rising dust and the smells and...
Who's in charge of this joint anyway? To learn a bit more about the brains behind the bedlam,